Journal of Matuin, Immigrant Miner
20th of Granite, 504
We've almost reached the fortress of Battlefailed. The other immigrants are excited, as our journey has been long and hard. Many perished, only we 20 remain. Finally some rest for a change...
28th of Granite, 504
As we crested the dunes that shielded Battlefailed from view, my heart sank.
The entire landscape is littered with corpses. There isn't a living thing in sight. At first we thought the fortress had been overrun. I prepared for the worst. Just as we turned to leave, however, the ground opened up and two dwarves rushed out to greet us. Ha! The fortress had been hidden this whole time, what dwarven genius!
29th of Granite, 504
This fortress is a mess.
I am the only person willing to mine in this entire place, so I have begun excavating areas for expanding the fortress' living areas. Currently everything is crammed into 3-4 rooms, which makes this place uncomfortable to live in. This brings me to my next point...
As we cannot go outside and no one wants to work, I have set the entire fortress to begin smoothing and cleaning our current living areas. It is undwarvenly to live in such filth!
(Picks are unforbidden, my Therapist doesn't work with this version so I have designated the labors in game. No idea why they wont, none of the new migrants will pick them up either.)
30th of Granite, 504
It seems we have a problem with skeletal beasts around these parts, so I have drafted 9 of my fellow immigrants into the military. This will give them something worthwhile to do while the others clean.
20th of Slate, 504
Kigok be praised! Following my example, Urist and Andreus, the lazy dwarves who refused to mine, have begun excavation with me! This is great news indeed.
We've begun to dig out a new food stockpile near the dining area, as well as expand that dining area. Two tables is not enough for 29 dwarves to eat at, I don't care how friendly we are.
I have designated a new crypt. It seems one of the previous rulers had dug out some laboratory below the fortress. As we don't need it, I have moved many of the corpses to it. One of the rooms is being filled with coffins to keep the rotting dead from smelling up the place.
28th of Felsite, 504
The elven caravan has arrived. We need cloth badly, as we have several wounded in our hospital, so I have constructed a trade depot and our militia prepares to charge the Zelks outside our door. Kigok save us.
29th of Felsite, 504
We are victorious! The Pointy Torches, though their commander has been bed ridden for as long as I have been in Battlefailed, charged through our gates and into the mass of Zelks. A hideous battle ensued, but only one wrestler was injured. The elves, who stood by and watched (presumably peeing on their skirts) are approaching the fortress now.
30th of Felsite, 504
Due to a mishap in the trade depot, the elven merchant refused to trade with us. So, our militia seized everything they had. I won't put up with any of this "Save the forest!" bullshit.
(Thus ended spring. An incredibly eventful season for me. I'm training up the militia and I will attempt to destroy the remainder of the undead during summer.)